Today we moved out of the motorhome and into the Jeep. Well, for a day
anyway. We get the coach back each night, to give it up again the next
morning. Moving into our car, but not as granddaughter Teigan envisions.
Lying on the floor a couple weeks ago, having a late night, I'm not tired
and don't want to go to bed conversation with Teigan, she asked: (you have
to read this in a tiny, carefully enunciated, four-year-old voice) "Grandpa,
why did you choose to move into your motorhome?"
"We thought it would be fun."
(Remember the voice) "I don't think it would be fun to live in my car."
Moving into the car, but not quite as Teigan envisions.
